Walking along the sidewalk in the town of Serenity, you make your way to the garage where you left your car yesterday. It was due for an inspection and a tune-up, so you left it at what you had heard is the best shop in town – Serenity Customs, run by a possum named Smoky. She seemed quite friendly, happy to perform a routine procedure for you at a fair price, promising to have your vehicle ready the next day, assuming all went well.
Indeed, she left you a text an hour ago saying your car was ready to be picked up – But she gave you an offer of a pretty substantial discount if you would agree to do her a favor too! The request was vague, but you figured there'd be no harm in obliging her, so you told her you accepted her offer, much to her delight.
You soon arrive at the brick-walled garage and step inside, where you're readily greeted by the possum! She smiles broadly and waves her furless-fingered hand in your direction, presently typing a message on her phone, but she soon puts it away and steps over to you. "Well, heya!"
Speaking in her cute Southern US accent, she nods over to your car, which looks sleek and shiny. "She's all ready for ya to take – Got the engine tuned nice 'n good; it runs smooth as butter now. I also rotated yer tyres and realigned the steerin' for ya as well, since they seemed a bit off, but other than that, nothin' major needed done. Gave 'er a wash and a buff, and now she's ready t' be all yours again!" With a chuckle, the possum adds "She's a good girl; treat her right and she'll do anythin' y'all need her to – Within reason, 'f course."
Smoky pats the hood, admiring her reflection in the polished sheen on the painted metal, before she heads to her work laptop, typing in some numbers. "I won't charge ya for the cleanup; that was a bonus – So the inspection 'n tunin' would come to…"
Pausing, she looks over at you, her eyes narrowing as her grin grows wider. "Well… Normally, I'd ask about a hundred and twenty for that, but… Ya said y'all wanted to help me out too, didn't ya? I'd be willin' to knock the price down to… Let's say, sixty? Half off sound good to ya?"
You consider her proposal, then nod warmly, reaffirming your agreement to her offer.
"Awh, thanks a ton! Y'all're awesome!" Beaming, Smoky finishes her invoice and sends it to you, and when you receive the notification on your phone, you pay it for her.
She giggles cutely as her phone dings with the notification of payment received. "Much appreciated!" Without hesitation, she steps away from her laptop to the back of the shop, motioning for you to follow her. "Come now – I'm real excited to show ya this!"
As you approach, she pulls out an electronic tablet before instructing you to stand atop an X drawn on the floor in duct tape.
Curiously, you look up, spotting something that looks about halfway between a shower head and a streetlight. Turning back toward Smoky, you ask her what it is.
"Heh, I'm proud of this – Y'all've heard I'm an inventor, right?"
You admit that you hadn't heard this about her before, but you're interested all the same.
"Fair enough! But yeah, this is my newest thing – It's a teleporter!"
This makes you tilt your head. A teleporter? Isn't that just science fiction? You ask her to clarify.
She chuckles. "Yeah! I've tried it with small objects, then big objects, but I'd love to try it with a person!" Grabbing a pair of shaded goggles, Smoky asks "Ready?"
But you quickly step off the X, asking her if she can be sure it's safe.
The possum shakes her head, chuckling softly. "Well… Truth be told, I know the teleporter itself works – I've done it on myself several times. But I had to set up a timed delay to make it work for me, since I can't really hold the control while gettin' beamed around, now can I? What I'm really testin' is the new pad for it – But I figured sayin' y'all'd be testrunnin' the teleporter itself would've been more appealin' to ya."
She chuckles softly. "Look, I'll show ya."
The possum sets down her tablet and instead moves to a computer display nearby, running the command for the delayed execution, before standing on the X herself. After ten seconds, she's engulfed in a bright flash of purple light, and when it fades, she's nowhere to be seen!
At first, anyway – Until you hear her voice from the far end of the garage. "See! Nothin' to it!"
Amazed by the sight, you stare in awed silence as she briskly runs back to you, beaming broadly and proudly. "Perfectly safe, I promise!"
You slowly nod with a smile, conceding to her that you're convinced, and you step back onto the mark on the floor.
"Awesome! I'm just gonna zap ya to the office real quick; can't imagine there'd be even a tiny problem with that!"
She takes her tablet, taps some parts and drags some other parts, before putting on her goggles once more. "Three… Two… One… Here go-"
Her words are cut off by a loud buzzing filling your ears as a blinding flash of purple fills your vision, even when you shut your eyes. Your entire body tingles intensely as you feel like you're simultaneously free-falling and being squeezed through a rubber tube. It's extremely uncomfortable, and it feels like it lasts for several seconds, but eventually, you feel something solid beneath your feet and the prickling fading away, followed by the noise and the light. You shake your head as you try to gather your bearings, groaning softly while blinking and looking around.
A few realizations hit you in quick succession.
First, your clothes seem not to have made the trip with you, aside from your underwear.
Second, you realize you're tiny; only about four inches tall.
Third, it becomes clear you're not in the possum's office, going by the drywalled room with a large window and plenty of simple floral decorations – And perhaps most tellingly, the white-furred wolfess sitting at the desk upon which you're standing, looking down at you with a confused expression.
"Uh… Can I help you?"
You don't respond right away, just shaking your head to clear it, but your lack of a response earns you an impatient huff.
"Look, you shouldn't be here without an appointment; this is a private office. What do you want?"
Taking a deep breath to focus yourself, you look up at the female wolf, whose deep green eyes are focused intently on you from behind her wide, rectangular glasses. Her brilliant red hair, brushed neatly and adorned with a daisy above her left ear, offers a stark contrast to her fluffy, pure-white fur. She adjusts the white tank-top she's wearing as she waits for you to speak. A sudden pang of nervousness makes you look down, whereupon you spot the nameplate on her desk – Agatha Blume, DVM.
You've somehow ended up in the office of a veterinarian!
Looking back up at her, you explain to her the events of the past five minutes or so, from heading to the garage to retrieve your car, through Smoky's request of you, to the apparent malfunction of her device.
The wolf stares at you for several seconds, her ears lowering subtly, before she stoically responds "I mean… You have to know how ridiculous that sounds, right?" She scoffs. "A teleporter? Really? You couldn't come up with anything better than that?"
Stammering, you insist your words are true, but she shakes her head. "Come on – I'll give you points for creativity, but please tell me what you're doing nearly naked on my desk. I don't do walk-in services – Especially not for someone who couldn't be bothered to check in at reception."
You once again try to tell your story, attempting to strengthen your case with specific details of Smoky's garage, but this time Agatha cuts you off. "Alright, that's really starting to get old. I'm not buying that, even if you were being honest about a teleporter, it somehow beamed you to the next town over, precisely onto my desk, four inches tall, and with next to no clothes on. Sounds a little too convenient to be a random malfunction, doesn't it? You could have at least tried coming up with something different this time instead of sticking with that absolute absurdity of an explanation."
Realizing she isn't going to believe your story, you shake your head and try to dismiss the whole thing by saying there was some kind of mistake, and that you'll just go ahead and leave her be. Turning to walk away, you look around the surface, trying to figure out how you'll get down from the wolf's desk – But after only two steps, you find your way blocked by a white-furred hand! Looking back, you see Agatha leaned over, keeping you from leaving! "Mmm, not so fast."
The wolf's ears lower as she speaks in a voice full of annoyed exasperation. "Look, I don't know who you are or why you're here, but like I said earlier – This is a private office. As in, nobody but me should ever be in here without my explicit permission. Which you don't have." Her eyes narrow as she adds "Really, no visitors should make it past reception at all without being checked in. And I know you're not a tourist; we didn't have any viewings scheduled for today. So please forgive me if I find it incredibly suspicious for a tiny, nearly naked individual to suddenly show up on my desk, telling stories about teleporters and whatnot while avoiding answering my question of how they got into a restricted workspace in a secure part of the clinic."
Before you can react, you feel the wolf's hand suddenly wrap around you, scooping you roughly into her palm and lifting you from the table, holding you close to her face as she intently looks you over. "Quite frankly, I don't care anymore how you got in here or what you thought you'd gain from this, but you've gotten on my last nerve with your nonsense. If you had just been honest about things to start, I wouldn't have minded so much – Hell, I'd probably have even helped you back outside or to a safe place for tinies. But as it is…"
Agatha's lips curl in an unsettling grin, making your expression drop – Even more so when she speaks in a low, almost taunting tone. "…I don't think I'll be letting you go, not after the way you've been behaving."
Confused and more than a little concerned, you ask her what she means by that, and the wolf's smirk only grows as she explains herself. "You were caught trespassing in my office, weren't you? You're not my first trespasser – Usually, if it's an honest mistake, I'll let them go; if they deliberately break in, I'll report them to the authorities. But you… Heh, you just had to go and really piss me off, huh?"
She scoffs. "I don't feel much like expending the energy to file a report and deal with that paperwork. You've already been a huge pain for me, and being blunt, I just want to be done with you. And I can't just let you go free, not after how suspiciously you've been acting and how thoroughly you've worn down my patience."
Cowering in her hand, you stammer out, asking what she intends to do with you, and Agatha's eyes narrow further while her lips curl into a sneer. "I don't want you around, but I can't just send you on your way… I suppose that leaves only one option."
She leans close, the unmistakable scheming grin on her muzzle making you shudder, just before she speaks.
"I need to dispose of you."
The color drains from your face as you hear the ominous words, your breath catching in your throat. What could she possibly mean by this? How would one go about 'disposing' of someone? Terrified, you meekly ask the wolf to elaborate, even as your thoughts race, dreading what she might say.
It seems Agatha is taking a strange excitement in your fearfulness, going by the subtle but noticeable shiver that runs through her body – Not exactly a reassuring sight. Neither is the close-up view you have as she slowly runs her tongue along her lips, leaving a glistening covering of saliva on them.
"Well, if you really want to know… It just so happens to be my lunch time. And you just so happen to be lunch-sized." A soft chuckle escapes Agatha as she looks up and muses "Funny how things work out, eh?"
You freeze, your body tensing in her hand. She couldn't possibly mean…
"Look at you… So small, so helpless; showing up on my desk like that… It's almost like you were asking to be caught – Hell, you're even unwrapped for me! Was this your plan all along, hm? Because if so, I'd say it was pretty effective…"
As the gravity of what's happening finally begins to weigh upon you, you attempt to squirm free, but Agatha is more than capable of keeping you secure in her hand while she smirks in response to your struggles.
"Ohh, there's the wiggles I was hoping for! Mmm… That's my favorite part of catching prey, when they think they have a chance to escape… Sometimes I'm almost tempted to let them try to hide from me, forgetting I could sniff them out from a mile away…"
Her eyes focus on you as she playfully shakes her head. "I admire the effort, really, but ultimately… You know you're going to be wolf food. You know you have no chance of escaping me. And yet…" Agatha's smile softens, her voice becoming almost condescending. "…you still try."
Another faint chuckle sounds from her as she tightens her grip on you, making you groan and squirm harder in panic, to absolutely no avail. "It's kind of cute, honestly. Ineffectual, but adorable all the same."
The squeeze of her fingers is making it difficult for you to breathe – And Agatha only seems to relish in the complete power and control she has over you here and now. You truly are at the mercy of the wolf, and it feels as though mercy will not be afforded to you…
Indeed, you hear a very audible grrrwl from her midsection, and she lets out a quiet "Mhhf…" as her eyes narrow yet again while focusing on you.
"Well, this has been fun and all, but I really should be getting back to work – And I can't do that on an empty stomach."
In desperation, you shout out an apology for being in her office and ask her to let you go, promising to just be on your way – Which only gets you a bemused snort. "Oh, we're well past that now; you had your chance. But now? I'm hungry and ready for my lunch."
The wolf's jaws part in front of you, opening widely and revealing the maw beyond. You're met with a rush of muggy air as she exhales on you, smelling like dog breath with an undertone of coffee, just before you're presented with the terrifying sight of the interior of Agatha's mouth – A pink, fleshy cavern, framed by sharp white teeth. Behind the bottom row of teeth lies her tongue, rippling eagerly and glistening with saliva, evidently quite eager to taste a delicious treat! The rough ridges of her palate and the softer velum behind it make up the roof of this cave, and at the rear, her dangling uvula sways idly in front of her pulsing throat, ready to swallow once she's had enough of enjoying her food.
Which, in this case, is going to be you.
You're barely given a chance to yelp in fear before she unceremoniously tosses you into her mouth, catching you like a dog treat! Thankfully, she seems to have ensured you wouldn't hit her teeth; you won't be bitten or chewed, as much of a relief as that is for you – Instead, you're met with the slimy warmth of her tongue squishing gently beneath your weight, the muscle curling lightly to keep you in place as she closes her mouth again, plunging you into humid darkness and trapping you inside.
Her tongue wastes no time in stroking against your tiny figure, the bumpy papillae dragging all along your body while the muscle explores every inch of you. You're quickly coated in her slick saliva, the slimy fluid thoroughly drenching you and carrying your flavors to the wolf – And the quiet "Mnnhf" that sounds from her throat shows, rather worryingly, that she's enjoying your taste!
She rolls you around a few times, ensuring she can extract as much of your flavor as she's able, but another audible rumble from ahead seems to get her back on track to her goal of making you into her meal, and she almost reluctantly stops licking over you. Before you can gather your bearings, though, you feel the maw tilting back as the wolf lifts her head, Agatha's tongue raising to make you slide towards that pulsing gullet just ahead!
You reach out, trying desperately to grab onto… Well, anything at all, to stop your descent. But your hands slip off of anything they touch, the slick saliva preventing you from getting any kind of effective grip in here. Her tongue, teeth, velum, and even her uvula offer you no purchase as you find yourself teetering over the back of the bumpy muscle, peering into the flexing esophagus as she prepares to send you down.
You're hit with another blast of coffee-scented dog breath just before her tongue drops you into her gullet. A powerful Gllp! sounds out all around you as she swallows, taking about half of you into the rippling tunnel of muscle; a second deep gulp crams you the rest of the way inside her esophagus, where the squeezes of peristalsis begin to work you deeper and deeper into her body.
The muscular tube is astoundingly tight around you, affording you hardly any room to even wiggle, much less struggle – Not that it'd do you any good; it's evident that Agatha is rather experienced with swallowing prey like you! You can only imagine the bulge in her neck that you're making, but you know that bulge is descending toward her chest and belly, worked deeper with every rolling contraction of her esophageal muscles. Behind the squishing of the wet flesh around you, you can hear the canine's steady heartbeat and the whoosh of air flowing in and out of her lungs as she settles, awaiting your arrival at your destination.
And she doesn't have long to wait, as you soon press face-first against a tight ring of muscle separating the tunnel you're in from the chamber beyond. It holds tight for a few seconds before relaxing, allowing you to drop through the sphincter into Agatha's waiting stomach! You slide inside, made to loosely curl up within the digestive organ – And a faint squish lets you know the esophageal sphincter has sealed shut once more, preventing you from escaping the way you came in!
"Ahh… There you go; that's what pesky intruders like you deserve. All mine."
Agatha's voice is muffled but discernible, her tone mostly stoic but carrying a hint of excitement – No doubt her more primal canine brain is quite elated to have made a tasty catch out of you!
You take a moment to look around you – How you're exactly able to see in here is far from your primary concern – And you find the folded rugae of the wolf's stomach glistening in a layer of protective mucous, while a small pool of fluids rests at the bottom of the chamber; no doubt a combination of said mucous along with swallowed saliva, the remains of a morning coffee, and the beginning traces of digestion. It doesn't hurt right now, nor is it even particularly uncomfortable, but you're not exactly thrilled to see that change.
Trying to find a way out, you press against the walls of the stomach, finding them to have a decent amount of give before they flex and push you back into place. The chamber isn't willing to give you up, and its strength far outweighs yours! Still, you struggle, your wiggles turning to more deliberate thrashes, attempting to make Agatha let you out.
But all this accomplishes is exhausting you while getting her to speak in a dry, almost bored voice, dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, please, keep trying; you're almost out of there – How ever will I be able to handle this? Ooh, something's coming up… Is that you?"
The stomach contracts, squeezing you tightly, just before the wolf lets out a crass Brrap! "Nope, nevermind, guess that wasn't you after all."
You hear a distant sssp… gllp, and a few seconds later, you're splashed with warm, dark liquid – Seems she's opted to wash you down with some more coffee. It makes a pool that soaks into your lower half, and in any other situation, it wouldn't feel all that bad. But as it is-
Your thoughts are cut off by the muffled sound of a phone ringing – Not the wolf's office phone, but her personal mobile phone! Though you can't see anything going on, you hear her answer the call with "Oh, hey there!" followed by a faint beep as she evidently puts the call on speaker – As though wanting you to hear the conversation.
From the other end, you make out a familiar voice, and your expression lowers slightly as the possum mechanic speaks.
-"Heya, Agatha!"
The two do know each other, it seems.
"Whatcha up to?"
-"Not much; 'bout ta get some lunch. Speakin' of, how was yours?"
Agatha chuckles. "Tasty and settling in nicely, even if still a bit feisty."
-"Mmm, lucky wolf~"
Your heart drops. Was this all just-
"Yeah, strangest thing – This tiny showed up on my desk, telling me a story about a malfunctioning teleporter. Can you believe it?"
A giggle sounds from the possum.
-"Nah; if they were there nice 'n small 'n unwrapped for ya – It sounds to me like it worked perfectly!"
You try to yell out, but your voice chokes as the realization hits you.
They had planned this all along. This whole thing was a setup.
-"Incidentally, I've got a real nice beaut of a car here; owner never showed up t' collect 'er…"
"Mmm, what a shame. It looked really nice in the pictures you sent me."
-"Yeah – Ah well, I'll figure out what ta do with 'er. Y'all jus' enjoy your lunch, alright? Let me know if ya want me t' beam ya over anythin' else, 'kay?"
"Sounds good – Thank you again, Smoky. Talk later!"
There's a click as the call disconnects, and Agatha sighs happily as she presumably relaxes at her desk. Going by the indentations in the walls around you, it seems she's idly rubbing her belly.
Almost immediately afterward, the stomach's movements begin to noticeably increase in force, kneading firmly all over you. But you can't even bring yourself to fight anymore. Agatha knew your story was true all along, but just wanted to have you for a meal. This outcome was inevitable the moment you materialized on her desk. And worse, Smoky was in on it and had deliberately sent you to the wolf's office under the guise of testing her invention!
After taking your money and your car, no less. Somehow, that part stings the worst.
Though it's followed closely by the prickly tingling of the fluids soaking into you, making you shift uncomfortably as you begin to itch. The stomach continues to clench and squeeze, roughly working the fluids over every inch of your form while attempting to soften your body – And you find, to your horror, that your body is putting up less and less resistance to the organ's efforts!
But there's nothing you can do at this point. Agatha certainly isn't going to let you go – And even if she did have a change of heart and chose to cough you up, you doubt you'd get very far, given how soft your body already is!
A firm contraction of the muscles plunges you beneath the fluids, and you weakly struggle on reflex, but you can't find your way to anything breathable. You feel yourself fading out, both from the digestion and the hypoxia, and you surrender, letting the wolf's body claim you. It's not like there's a point trying to fight it anymore.
You smirk to yourself, though, as you hold up a rude gesture – Hoping that whatever's left of you will display it to her on the way out.
